To say that Emil wasn’t an interesting character to you would be considered a blatant lie. But you didn’t seem to care because one, he was a romantic at heart, and two, you really couldn’t help but swoon a little at the poetry that he’d sometimes recite. Just for you.

“Can I continue?” Your husband raised a brow of question, hoping that you’d say yes. He did write his poetry solely on you because in truth, he did adore you. And he didn’t think you’d truly understand that anytime soon.